by Kelly Alexis
His tongue slowly, sensuously stroked the roof of my mouth in a surprisingly stimulating motion. It marked a new level of intimacy, and I knew there was no turning back now. He sparked a fire that hadn't been tended for the last year. And I wanted more. I wanted all he had to give.
"I've never said this before in my life," I whispered, "but I want you to fuck my brains out."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he replied, his breath warm on my face. His fingers found the zipper, and within seconds, my dress was a silver puddle on the off-white carpet. Another flick of his fingertips, and my strapless bra was tossed to the side. He didn't touch them, but the intensity of his gaze on my breasts made my tender nipples harden to rosy buds.
I desperately wanted to see what was under that tux. I unbuttoned his white shirt and pushed it open so I could slide my palms over the ridges of his chest. His skin was warm and sprinkled with dark hair that trailed down the middle of his stomach and disappeared into his slacks. I let my fingers follow it until I reached the buckle of his belt, my desire overcoming my usual reserve. Frisco shrugged out of his jacket, and it fell to the floor next to my dress while my fingers fumbled with the fastener of his pants. He stood patiently until I succeeded.
I was shocked and delighted to discover that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Jeez, if I had known he'd been commando all through dinner, I wouldn't have been able to speak coherently. The instant I lowered the zipper, his cock sprang free. Now it stood proud, hard and huge, poking out between the unbuttoned tails of his shirt like a sword. I tried not to stare, but he was a pretty impressive male specimen.
He kicked off his pants, then swept me into his arms. "Let's start on the bed."
The promise behind those words sent electric jolts through me. He carried me across the room and eased me down on the bed. As if he couldn't wait any longer, he quickly removed his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt, which he tossed aside. My heated gaze devoured his totally naked body as he stood next to the bed. It was beautiful—a strange word to use to describe a man, but it was as if I was looking at a Michelangelo statue, broad, muscular shoulders, firm pecs, rippled abs, long, muscular legs, and a magnificent penis.
I had never thought the male anatomy was particularly attractive, but his package changed my mind. I wanted to touch it and taste it and feel it inside me. He was also taking the time to look at me. Usually, I'd be scrambling for a blanket to pull over me, but there was something about him that made me totally comfortable with my body. There was no criticism or censure in his eyes, just a growing hunger. I watched his cock grow even more rigid, confirming his extreme arousal, and it was all for me.
He climbed on the bed, straddling me. His hands spread over my rib cage, then slid upward until they cupped my breasts. "God, you're beautiful."
I didn't believe it for a second, but hearing it from his lips made me feel beautiful. My breathing quickened as my body responded. "So are you," I told him with a smile.
He laughed with a flash of his teeth. "I've never been called that before."
"Neither have I," I admitted ruefully.
"Then your husband was blind as well as a fool." He leaned down and kissed my lips, then slowly moved down my neck, nibbling and tasting my skin as if it was the most delicious thing on earth.
My breath caught as he circled one of my nipples with his tongue. He closed his lips around it, sending jagged lightning bolts through me as if I were standing outside in a thunderstorm. Those beautiful white teeth closed on my swollen pink tip, not biting hard, just enough for a flash of pain mixed with intense pleasure. He then pulled my erect nipple into his mouth and suckled it in long, deep draws that I felt all the way down to my vagina.
I squirmed beneath him. I dug my fingernails into his back, unconsciously holding him close. I didn't want him to stop, but the fire in my groin was growing too hot to ignore.
I was acutely aware of him moving to my other nipple, giving it the same focused attention until I thought I was going to explode. This was so much more intense than my earlier response to Erika. Tension wound tighter and tighter inside me. Just when I thought I was going to orgasm, his lips left my breasts. A rush of cold air on my wet nipples replaced the warmth of his mouth, and I looked down in disappointment. But I was quickly distracted by his lips as they moved down the center of my stomach, pausing briefly at my belly button. My stomach sucked in automatically, but before I could recover, he paused at the top of my panties.
It didn't stop there. He didn't pull my panties down, and I felt his tongue lapping at the hot juices that were soaking through the silken crotch of the bikini briefs. The sensation of the tip of his tongue stroking my clit through the thin material was even more stimulating than if he'd been touching my bare skin. His teeth nibbled the swollen piece of flesh, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, almost knocking me out with its unexpected power. I was vaguely aware that he continued licking me, his tongue causing the orgasm to stretch well beyond anything I had ever experienced. Finally, it felt like minutes later, I peaked, my body rigid. Even my toes curled upward as I buried my fingers in his thick, dark hair.
Slowly, I became aware that Frisco was pulling my panties off. He tossed them aside, pulled off my heels, and then stretched out next to me on the bed.
"That was wonderful," I whispered. That wasn't a big enough word for what I had just enjoyed, but my brain wasn't working properly yet.
He stroked my damp hair back from my face. "Darlin', that was just the appetizer."
I was mulling that over, only partly aware that his hand was moving down to my pussy. I jumped when I felt his fingers move over my clit and slide inside me. He didn't finger fuck me but gently stroked the soft flesh of my vagina.
"You're so wet and delicious," he murmured in my ear. "Do you have any idea what you taste like?"
"No," I was barely able to answer.
He covered my mouth with his. His tongue stroked my tongue in the same motion as his fingers down below.
The sweetness of my own fluids surprised and excited me. I had no idea what Frisco planned next. All I knew was that I wanted to feel him inside me. And I didn't want to wait. With uncharacteristic boldness, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the firm sheath of his cock.
His gasp was swallowed up by my mouth. I could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath my hand as I stroked from the thick base up to the tight round tip of his penis, then back again, gradually increasing the speed. He was so large, my fingers didn't reach all the way around him, so I focused on the sensitive vein pulsing in the front of his cock. His skin was velvety soft and moved with the pressure of my hand over the engorged core.
"You should stop." He was barely able to speak. "Tonight is all about your pleasure."
"Then fuck me," I pleaded. "That's what I want right now."
He didn't waste any more time arguing. He nudged his legs between mine, and his finger was quickly replaced by the hard, round tip of his swollen cock. Slowly, he eased inside, testing to see if I could take his girth.
I tensed because he was so much larger than Kevin or any other man I had been with. But my body adapted quickly, stretching until he was buried deep within me. Neither of us moved for a few seconds, savoring the intense connection of two bodies that fit together perfectly. "It feels so good…" My words were almost a sigh. Now I understood why they had required a complete health check and proof that I was on birth control before my arrival. This was so much more intimate without a condom.
There was a bemused expression in his eyes as he looked down at me. "You're amazing." He leaned closer and kissed me slowly, thoroughly. Then he rose back up, braced on his arms, and began the ancient mating motion. He pulled almost all the way out, pushed back in, pulled out and pushed in, the speed increasing with every thrust. I moved beneath him and lifted my hips to take him all the way in. Every stroke wound me tighter and tighter. The friction of his cock against the tender walls of m
y vagina drove me wild. I wanted to hang on, relishing the moment, but as he increased the pace, I couldn't stop the orgasm that shook through me.
Fireworks exploded in my brain, splashing colors and flashes of light across the insides of my eyelids. My muscles were tensed, frozen in position. Only the ripples of absolute pleasure in my vagina continued to move, their contractions stroking and squeezing his cock until he gave one last thrust and cried out as his cum shot inside me with so much force that I felt it hit the wall of my womb and ooze out, mixing with my own hot juices. He collapsed on top of me, barely able to roll halfway to the side to keep from squashing me.
Neither of us moved for several minutes. My heart rate slowly settled back to normal as I sucked in lungsful of air. I realized I must have been holding my breath through the entire orgasm.
We lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, his cock still buried inside me. Neither of us wanted to break the bond that had shaken and surprised us both with its intensity.
I pressed my nose against his neck, filling my nostrils with the musky, masculine scent that was uniquely his. I closed my eyes and snuggled closer. Frisco's arm was draped over me, and he tightened his grip, holding me against him. I felt the brush of his lips as he planted a kiss on my tousled hair.
I had learned one thing that night. No matter how much he charged his clients, he was worth it.
Chapter 5
My eyelids fluttered open, and it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Slowly, I realized I was alone, lying in the middle of a huge, rumpled bed. Had it been a dream? My hand moved between my legs that were sticky with Frisco's cum, and I smiled. It hadn't been a dream. I had been thoroughly and masterfully fucked.
I stretched, then sat up and saw the plush throw that had been on the couch in the living room had been placed over my naked body.
But where was my gigolo? I looked around. There was no sign of him. Was that how it worked? Was he paid by the hour or by the fuck? A glance at the alarm clock told me that it was 2:00 a.m., which was about four hours after we'd left the restaurant. He must have slipped out while I slept.
That was so uncool. You'd think a professional would have at least left a note. But then, what did I know about gigolo etiquette?
I stood and pulled the throw around me. A long, hot bath would feel good, but Frisco's scent and the musky smell of sex clung to me, and I wasn't ready to let go of that just yet. But I did need to use the restroom. I was a few steps away from the bed when a wonderfully nude Frisco walked around the edge of the fireplace. He was carrying the tray of fruit and cheese in one hand and had the ice bucket in the other.
A sense of excitement and relief washed over me. Apparently, the night wasn't over yet. "I thought you'd left."
"Are you disappointed?" Frisco stopped and waited for my reply.
I wanted to play coy, but I couldn't tease about something that had affected me so deeply, so I just smiled and said, "I'm very glad you're still here."
His whole body relaxed in relief. "Good. I guess that means that you're happy with my services so far?"
"Couldn't you tell?"
He grinned. "When you scream my name and bite my shoulder, does that mean you're enjoying yourself?"
"Did I leave a mark?"
He nodded and turned so I could see the reddish bruise, clearly in the shape of my teeth.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
He set the tray and ice bucket on the nightstand and stepped in front of me. His large hands gripped my shoulders. "Remember what I said earlier? Don't ever apologize for anything you say or do if it's from the heart."
I looked up at him, amazed at the confidence he inspired. "Then, if I'm being totally honest, I hope to leave a few more marks on you before the night is over."
He pulled me up on my tiptoes and kissed me until I felt dizzy. When he set me back down solidly on my feet, I had to reach out to steady myself.
"Darlin', feel free to do whatever you want with my body," he told me, his delicious lips curved upward and his dark eyebrows arched in challenge.
"I've got…something to do, and then I'm sure I'll think of something." I gave him a saucy smile and turned toward the bathroom. Frisco grabbed a handful of the small blanket, and it fell off as I moved forward. I reached for it, but he held it behind him.
"That's better. I like the view," he told me. "Now we're wearing the same outfit."
My gaze took its time traveling down the length of his muscular body, lingering a few seconds longer on the proud jut of his half-aroused cock. "Not exactly the same. But vive la différence!"
He gave a courtly bow. "I'm here for your pleasure, madam."
"Hold that thought." I laughed and hurried to the bathroom.
After taking care of business, I stared at my image in the mirror, curious if the changes I felt on the inside were visible on the outside. Maybe it was my imagination, but my eyes looked brighter and my cheeks rosier. And my lips were in a permanent smile, definitely different than the Samantha who had arrived at Breathless the day before. Quickly, I brushed my teeth, combed the tangles out of my hair, and applied a coat of pink lip balm. I figured it was a good idea to keep my lips moist and supple because they had gotten more use in the last few hours than for the last few years, and I hoped for a lot more.
When I returned to the bedroom, I found Frisco sitting cross-legged on the bed. He had arranged the throw on top of the bedspread like a picnic blanket and had set the tray of goodies in the middle. A glass of wine was waiting for me on my nightstand, and I picked it up, then climbed up on the bed and sat across from him.
It was the strangest picnic I had ever been to, with two naked people and no ants. But I had no complaints about the scenery or the company.
Frisco handed me a cracker spread with butter-soft Brie. "I thought you might need a little snack to keep your stamina up."
The thought of more passion and lovemaking sent shivers of anticipation streaking through me. "I may spend the rest of my visit right here in this room, recovering."
"About that," he said, pausing to take a drink of wine before continuing. "I don't know if you'd be interested, but I might be able to rearrange my schedule so that we could spend the next few days together."
I almost choked on my cracker. "But what about your other clients?"
"Screw them. Well, not literally." He laughed. "I can't imagine that any of them would be as interesting or as sexy as you." He reached over and wiped a smudge of cheese off my upper lip, then let his finger lightly circle my mouth. When it reached my lower lip, I drew it into my mouth.
His cock reacted instantly as my lips closed over his finger and sucked it. Just to make sure I had his full attention, I reached across the tray and started stroking his penis.
"God, woman," he said with a moan. "You're insatiable."
"I like to get my—or rather, someone else's—money's worth," I answered, releasing his finger from my mouth. "You've turned me into a nympho."
"You mean you weren't like this with good ol' Kevin?" he teased.
"Are you kidding? He was a once-and-done kind of guy. Plus, no one's ever turned me on like you do."
He grinned. "Good to know. I'm glad to hear I'm doing something right."
"Just wait until you read the review I'm going to leave for you on Yelp. Five stars all the way."
"I'm not sure they have a category for gigolos."
"I'll add one." I picked up the tray and put it on the nightstand, then walked around to his side of the bed. "Lie down and close your eyes."
He didn't hesitate. He stood only long enough to pull the bedspread and the top sheet down before stretching out on his back. His eyes closed obediently.
I was a little nervous. This was not something I had done but a couple of times, and I hadn't really enjoyed it. But Frisco's magnificent cock was calling out to be adored. I climbed on top of him and slowly slid down his body, rubbing flesh to flesh and leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen. I paused for j
ust a moment, admiring his masculinity that was now full-blown. Never before had the male anatomy attracted me, but I couldn't wait to taste Frisco…all over.
My hand cupped his heavy balls and gently squeezed. His eyes shot open, then rolled back in pleasure as I took one orb in my mouth and circled it with my tongue.
"Fuck!" The word exited his lips in a long, heavy breath.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and slowly moved my hand up and down as I continued to suckle his balls. I moved to the other one and stroked it with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth. It rolled around inside the loose sac of skin, and I played with it like it was a giant jawbreaker, not biting down, just sucking it.
Frisco's body jerked, and his cock stood straight up in anticipation.
I rose up a little and turned my attention to it. A glistening drop of precum clung to the shiny tip like dew on a flower petal. I lapped it up before sliding my lips down the smooth shaft. His skin was soft but stretched taut from his erection. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the engorged vein that ran the outside length.
Frisco groaned and thrust himself deeper into my mouth. His hands tightened into fists, tangled in my long dark hair that had come loose from its bun.
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore my own arousal. I could feel my liquids flowing out of my pussy and down my leg. But this was his turn, and I was determined to pleasure him. I started lifting and lowering my head, holding pressure against his shaft with my tongue and my lips. His ass cheeks tightened as he moved opposite of my motion, increasing the length of my strokes. I tasted a spurt of cum and knew he was close. He tried to pull me away, but I refused to let up.
"I don't want to—" His words were swallowed in a gasp as the tip of my tongue probed the slit at the end of his cock.
My lips tightened around him, and I caressed his balls with one of my hands. A tremble shook through him, and I felt the pulse of cum pushing up his dick. It exploded in my mouth, his thick white liquid running down my chin. My tongue continued to stroke his vein, milking him with my lips in long, slow strokes.